“Oh, yes!” she agreed as if it was the first time it had occurred to her, leaning back on her elbows, letting her knees fall open in surrender.
“Are you sure?” His hands moved over her inner thighs, parting them further as he knelt between them. His cock dripped precum and saliva onto her navel. “This is what you want?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She reached out and grasped him, squeezing, hearing him moan as she aimed him. “I want you to fuck me.”
He shook his head, blinking fast, as he let the head of his cock fall between her folds, and for a moment she thought he was going to deny her. But then he gave in. She saw it in his eyes, felt it as he grabbed himself, taking control, directing the head of his cock into her. India pushed up against him, taking more than he offered, clinging to his back, her nails digging in.
He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he sank into her, closing his eyes tight, mouth slightly open, face twisted, almost as if he was in pain. India found her breath, her voice.
“Daddy,” she whispered as his eyes fluttered open and he looked at her. “You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful too.”
A smile flitted over his lips and he kissed her, swift and hard, before sliding his cheek along hers, his stubble burning her skin.
“Am I dreaming?” he whispered into the shell of her ear. “I can’t believe I’m finally with you.”
“I’m yours.” Tears, of both happiness and pain, stung her eyes as they started to move together. It was true. She was his. He’d possessed her for so long, she couldn’t remember when it had happened, but it was years before this moment, this joining.
“Take me, Daddy,” she urged, squeezing her muscles around him, hearing him gasp and moan in response. Her muscles—all of them—were tight and strong from years of constant use. “Fuck me, please? Fuck your little girl until I come for you.”
“Yes,” he growled, pushing in deeper and deeper as they literally danced with each other there on the floor, each movement, every muscle spasm, bringing them closer together.
“Oh God!” India cried, wrapping herself around him, arms and legs strong, meeting his every movement. He kissed her cheeks, her neck, her lips, murmuring how beautiful, how fucking beautiful, how much he wanted her, how he couldn’t resist. Every kiss, every word, opened her to the feelings coursing through her.
Then he rolled to his back, taking her with him. India gasped in surprise, but she took it in stride as he settled her onto his cock once more, grabbed her hips and rocking her on top of him.
“Ride me,” he insisted, looking down to see where they were joined together. “Ride Daddy’s cock.”
“Oh yes, Daddy, it feels so good!” She rolled her hips, grinding into him, rubbing her pussy against him, mashing her flesh into his. The head of his cock moved deep inside of her, hitting every soft spot. She put her hands flat on his chest and rode him hard, moaning when his thumbs moved over her nipples. He cupped her little breasts, teasing them, sending pulsing waves of pleasure straight to her pussy.
“Are you close, sweetheart?” he whispered as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. “Are you ready to come for me?”
“So close,” she gasped, working hard for it.
“Let Daddy help you.” His fingers moved between them, finding her clit, and she cried out at the direct pressure, the sensation making her quiver.
“Oh yes!” India squeezed him between her muscled thighs, her body going tense. “Daddy! Oh! Right there!”
“That’s my girl.” He watched her, his expression contorted with a feeling so powerful it rode the line between pleasure and pain. India knew that feeling, when you weren’t sure you could survive such pleasure, but wanted over and over again, like flirting with a near death experience. “Come for Daddy. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
“Oh!” She cried out freely, daring anyone to interrupt them like a petulant child as the contractions began. “Oh Daddy! I’m going to come all over that big fucking cock! Ohhhh!”
He growled and thrust up hard as she climaxed, her inner walls gripping him. She whimpered as she rode out the waves of heat, struggling for breath, fighting to remain conscious, her vision graying around the edges as she collapsed on top of him.
“Daddy’s turn,” he whispered, rolling her to her back, thrusting a few more times for good measure, making her pussy spasm around him again and again.
Then he pulled out.
India opened her eyes, her body still reeling from post-orgasm shocks, seeing him grab his thickly veined shaft. With a few jagged pumps and a low, unearthly growl of pleasure, he shot warm, sticky streams of cum all over her quivering belly. His body jerked and shuddered from each rush of pleasure. She watched, bathing in his performance, rubbing his cum into her skin.
“Beautiful.” He smiled, leaning over to kiss her. “Someday I want to paint you covered in my cum.”
“I like that idea,” she agreed, scooting closer to him as he collapsed beside her on the mat. “That means you have to keep covering me in cum.”
His silence made her raise her head to look at him.
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t know if I can do it anymore.”
“Do what?” She rolled to her elbow, looking down at him with a frown.
“I can’t stay. But I can’t go. I’m trapped. I have nothing.”
“Don’t say that.” She touched his stubbly cheek. “You have me. I’m yours.”
“You don’t understand, sweetheart.” He swallowed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “She owns everything I’ve ever painted. I signed that damn prenuptial drunk on love. She’ll take everything.”
“It doesn’t matter.” India felt tears stinging her eyes. “You can start again. We can start again. I can get a job, one that pays more than dancing, and you can work to build your stock back up.”
“I can’t ask you to give up dancing.” He lowered his arm to look at her, shaking his head.
“I won’t give it up, but I can find work that pays.” She met his eyes, pleading with him. “Do you think I haven’t felt trapped? That I don’t crave independence, my own escape from this house?”
“Are you suggesting we run off together?” He smiled at the thought but India didn’t.
“Yes,” she said earnestly. “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”
“Beautiful India.” He slipped a hand behind her head, bringing her lips down to his. She kissed him back, and when they parted, he gave a slow nod. “Let’s do it. On one condition.”
“What?”
“You let me draw you, every day, for the rest of our lives.”
“I’m yours.” She threw her arms around him with a laugh. “You can do anything you want to me, for the rest of both of our lives.”
The End
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Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does belly dancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
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BONUS EXCERPT
LITTLE BRATS: TINA
By Selena Kitt
Chubby Tina thinks she couldn’t hate herself any more than she already does, when she overhears her skinny mother telling a friend, “We’re going to be stuck with Tina forever. No guy is ever going to want her.” It’s her first year of college, and she vows to move in with a girlfriend instead of stay with her parents anymore. That is, until her stepfather catches her with going out the door in the middle of the night with a suitcase. Tina finally, tearfully confesses, and is surprised by her stepfather’s insight and perspective—and how willing he is to show her just how beautiful and loveable he thinks she really is.
EXCERPT:
“What the hell?” she whispered, licking her lips and leaning in to get a closer look. She knew her stepfather watched porn—that’s why the adult pay channels had been locked—but not this kind of porn. The girl on the screen wasn’t the usual dyed-blond porn-type with long, tanned legs and fake breasts and a tiny waist. This was a real girl, about her age, she guessed—thick and curvy. Her breasts were definitely real. She could tell.
Tina clicked the little triangle in the middle of the screen to make the video play. The sound was off, but she watched as the guy parted the girl’s chubby thighs, her pussy shaved smooth, her lips swollen, red and fat as he smacked them with the head of his cock. The girl’s head went back as he slid his cock home. She reached for him, and her breasts began to sway as he fucked her. Yep, definitely real, Tina noted.
She found the sound and turned it up, frowning when nothing came out of the speakers. Then she noticed the ear buds on her stepfather’s big, antique desk, plugged into the laptop. She slipped them into her ears, the sound of fucking filling her head, sending a hot jolt of excitement down between her legs. She followed the sensation with her hand, cupping her mound, rubbing it over her panties—she was wearing just those and a t-shirt, ready for bed—as she watched the girl on the screen get pounded.
She looks like me. She did—at least a little. Definitely her body type, and even her coloring.
“Ohhhh Daddy, yes, fuck your little girl’s tight baby pussy!”
Tina gaped at the screen, her breath caught in her throat. Of course, the older man fucking the younger girl on her stepfather’s computer wasn’t really that girl’s daddy. That would be illegal. And wrong. But… but somehow the thought that it might be, just the fantasy of it, made her pussy ache like it never had before.
Tina leaned back in the big leather chair, putting one foot up on the seat so her legs were spread, rubbing her clit through her panties. Her arousal was so instantaneous that they were sticky already, the crotch damp as she tugged it aside, letting her fingers play in her wetness.
“You like Daddy’s big cock?” the guy on the screen growled, pulling the length of it out so she could see it glistening before driving it back in, deep.
“Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!” The girl used a kind of sing-song voice, high and sweet, and the man groaned, grabbing onto her breasts as they swayed on her chest. Tina watched as he squeezed and kneaded them, just like Ray used to do to her. Then he rolled her over to her belly, making her get up on her hands and knees.
“Oh god,” she whispered, watching as the girl did as she was told, putting her bottom up high, her cheek resting against the mattress. She could almost feel that thick, hard cock sliding into her like that, from behind, those big hands gripping her.
“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby,” he groaned, slapping it as he began to pump himself inside her. “Just fucking gorgeous.”
Tina flushed at his words, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she rubbed herself, watching the couple on the screen fucking harder, faster, really getting into it now. She was too, so close to coming she was quivering all over. She knew she had to hurry—her parents would be home soon and she didn’t want to be caught on her stepfather’s password-protected computer. In fact, she was so close, she probably wouldn’t have heard it if one of the ear buds hadn’t slipped from her ear at that moment.
“I’ll be just a few minutes!” her stepfather called on the other side of the door.
Tina just reacted, snapping the computer’s lid closed and tossing the ear buds on the desk before sliding underneath it to hide in the cubbyhole. The desk was enormous, antique, so heavy the movers had cursed and grunted getting it up the stairs, and Tina shrank to the very back of the dark space, trying to keep quiet. She was breathing far too hard, and she gulped, trying to calm her racing heart.
The door opened and she closed her eyes, putting a hand over her own mouth to silence herself. Her stepfather turned on the light—she hadn’t bothered—and then locked the door. She heard the tell-tale “click.” Tina swallowed, trying to make herself smaller as he came over toward the desk—she heard his dress shoes on the hardwood floor.
She tried not to breathe at all as her stepfather opened his laptop, sitting in the big leather chair where she had just been touching herself. He was still in his suit, and his knees invaded her space as he slid closer to the screen. Oh god—if he found her here…
SELENA KITT’S OTHER WORKS
NOVELS
A Baumgartner Reunion
Babysitting the Baumgartners
Baumgartner Generations: Henry
Baumgartner Generations: Janie
Bluebeard’s Wife
Forbidden Fruit
Hussy
Highland Wolf Pact
Heidi and the Kaiser
Letters to the Baumgartners
Naughty Bits (Revised)
The Baumgartners Plus One
The Blood of Angels
The Kiss of Angels
The Real Mother Goose
The Song of Orpheus
The Surrender of Persephone
The Sybian Club
Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)
Unfolding
Yank
SELENA KITT BOX SETS
The Baumgartner Box Set 1
The Baumgartner Box Set 2
Nolan Trilogy Box Set
Myths Behaving Badly Box Set
Menage Box Set
Taboo: The Collection Box Set
UNDER MR. NOLAN’S BED TRILOGY
Temptation
Confession
Grace
SHORT NOVELS
Blind Date
Taken (FREEBIE)
ANTHOLOGIES
Back to the Garden (Rev
ised)
Baumgartner Shorts
Confessions
EcoErotica
Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Complete Collection
Quickies
Shivers
Tickled Pink
STORIES
A Baumgartner Christmas
A Baumgartner Valentine
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Alice
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Beauty
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Bluebeard
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Goldilocks
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Gretel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Pinocchio
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Rapunzel
A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Red
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Advent Calendar
Backroads Cop
Behind in School
Camping Brats
Can’t Walk Away
Connections (FREEBIE)
Gingerbread Man
Girls Only: College Days
Girls Only: Girl Scout Trip
Girls Only: First Time
Girls Only: Moms’ Night Out
Girls Only: New Year’s Resolution
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